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hardest things about having preternatural hearing all of a sudden was the inability to not eavesdrop on outside conversations. She’d gotten better with it over the last several days, but some things slipped through anyway.
    “Hey Absters, you okay?
    She blew out a breath. “I’m good. So, you think you’ll make it all the way up to the top of the world?”
    “With that tiny-ass spare helmet? Seriously, couldn’t you have gotten a…”
    “…spread her legs to anything with a dick…”
    Abby grit her teeth hard and tried to ignore the conversation at the bar as her brother continued, “World War II replica helmet with leather goggles? You’d rock it with that bike, especially since Steampunk is so in right…”
    “…a little thick, but more cushion for the pushin’, right fellas?”
    They were talking about her. Anger rushed through her body, and Abby was on her feet so fast her chair went tumbling behind her. Andrew stopped mid-sentence, blinking up at her. Abby flushed with embarrassment, the adrenaline surging through her body making her hands shake. “Let’s head back to the hotel and use the wifi to try and find someplace that sells motorcycle gear,” she said, trying to cover her lapse as she picked up the chair and pulled her coat around her shoulders. “There should be something, at least I’d hope…”
    “Well. If it isn’t my own personal stalker.”
    She knew she’d recognized that voice behind her, even if she hadn’t put a name to it. Abby’s hands clenched into fists even as Andrew moved, putting himself between her and the Asshat. “Who the hell are you?”
    “Aw, didn’t your new girl tell you? We got real close and chummy a week ago.”
    Anger, raw and savage, burned away any embarrassment Abby might have felt at the lie. Any kind of speech was out; she had the feeling if she opened her mouth, it would only be to chomp down on him and rip him end to end.
    Bet he would taste good.
    She closed her eyes, willing that feral voice inside her to be quiet. Images burned through her head of what she wanted to do, and the bloody savagery she envisioned made her alternately sick and excited. Abby gripped her chair, fingers digging into the wood of the table.
    “What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?”
    The wood in her hands cracked and she turned around to see him standing only a few feet from her. Asshat’s smell, body odor masked by a strong deodorant, made her want to gag. Beside them, Andrew looked worriedly between them, realizing something wasn’t right but unsure how to proceed.
    For his benefit, Abby found her voice. “Go away, Jake,” she said, the words muffled, and was pleased when his expression clouded.
    “It’s Jack , you bitch.”
    Abby’s smile was more grimace; her hands tightened on the chair still in her hands. The two men Asshat had been sitting with moved to flank him, eying her in a way that made Abby want to rip the chair apart and go all stabbity with the pointy bits. An unnaturally sharp tooth dug into the tender skin inside her mouth and she winced, but her expression only seemed to amuse her tormentor.
    Breathe.
    “Andrew, let’s go.” The words were hard for her to say, but when she tried to step away her brother didn’t move from his protective stance.
    Ah hell.
    She put a hand on her brother’s arm, and felt him practically vibrating. He was one of the most easygoing people she knew, so she’d never seen him angry like this, not in twenty-five years of living with him. “He’s not worth it,” she said, and Andrew’s eyes flicked to her, then widened.
    That was all the warning she had as Asshat’s hand reached out to grab her.
    He moved in slow motion, and Abby felt like she was watching a movie that was a hundred frames per second and she could see every…single…one. She knew there was no danger to her. His every move was articulated by his body, and she was faster, stronger. She danced aside even as something crossed her path,